"Hey!" Rosa let out an objecting sound as pasta rained over her head, but she laughed soon after, especially when it went skittering on the floor of the kitchen. "Adios, pasta, guess we're not making macaroni..."

She went on her tip-toes for a better look at what else might be on that top shelf and to help a little with the tea before Seivarden went and knocked them both out with a can of beans or something.

"I've never heard of wearing gloves to eat before," she added, because, honestly, Seivarden needed to know that that was ridiculous. "And we can't just eat tea. There's nothing good up here; I'm gonna check the fridge."

And she climbed down off the counter to go to the fridge, crunching and crushing all that pasta under her feet the whole way over.